I have horrible memories of a blind date where, desperately grabbing something at the last minute, I wore an enormously long scarf so she'd recognise me. I looked like a twat, it was clear she thought so too, and we stood saying nothing for 15 minutes in a pub before running away.

Dutch courage
If you've got a couple of hours to kill between the end of work and your date, and you're looking for a way to calm the nerves, its probably not a good idea to spend that time in the pub downing Stellas. I turned up late and very drunk. After about 15 minutes she came to the conclusion that I was incapable of doing anything other than slumping in the corner and grinning like a loon so she left.

I had a great time, but oddly enough I haven't seen her since...
(evil_andyRepeat after me: 5.9.83.79, Mon 25 Oct 2004, 12:34,
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